Servant: A person in the service of another.

King: The chief authority.

I’m not sure how to write down all of the thoughts I’ve been having over the past 24 hours. Maybe I’m writing it prematurely since I’ve just starting having these thoughts.

Basically, what I know for sure is God is my king and I am a humble servant. A servant is in complete service of their king. Am I in complete service to my king? This means a lot. Whatever I do, I want to be a servant to the King of Kings.

Lately, I have been feeling that this is going to require more of what I’ve been giving and is going to require trusting in God completely even when I think I can figure it all out myself (imagine that). I am consumed with the thought that this life I am living as a servant is going to take me and my family somewhere uncomfortable, somewhere beautifully uncomfortable, when all is said and done. I feel that my ‘chief authority’ is speaking and urging me to get ready for something. It’s going to be a process and something surprising.

A recent blog I read stated, “God is not a cookie cutter. He is creative and full of surprises. He is alive. That’s the kind of model I want to follow.”

I have no idea what my family’s future looks like, but I do know it’s going to be full of blessed surprises. I’m nervous and excited all at the same time. I better get straped in tight ’cause it’s going to be a crazy ride!

It’s been awhile since I’ve been able to blog so it’s time! I’ve missed it. I’m filled with random “this and that” thoughts so that’s what this is going to consist of…

Your vs. You’re. I see this mixed up so many times and it drives me bonkers. Here’s how they are supposed to be used folks:

“Your hair looks nice.” “You’re going to do what?”

The apostrophe signifies the “you are” factor. This is incorrect: Your welcome.

So there’s a little FYI for you…you’re welcome! =)

Had my six week postpartum checkup this week. I can now officialy tone up my rectus abdominus muscles. Rectus abdominus. It’s just fun to say…

Our baby will be two months old in one more week! I can’t believe how fast (wait, yes, I can.) this is going!! He smiles all the time now when we talk to him and he is making those sweeter than anything baby noises. Love it. Life with two is awesome. We have our crazy moments, but 90% of the time I am amazed at how easy the transition has been from one child to two. Let’s not talk about a third though right now. =)

My mom is coming into town in 5 days. She can’t wait to see the boys and we can’t wait to see her. I do wish we lived closer so Evan and Tanner could see her and Grandpa more.

Evan starts preschool in two weeks! I’m pinching myself because some days it’s nuts to think we have a preschooler in the house. But then when he shows his little personality (for better or worse) I realize that, yes, we do in fact have a 3-year-old boy in this house. He keeps life interesting that’s for sure!

Evan’s latest thing is anytime we say anything about when he “gets big” he assumes that means he’ll be able to have coffee. Example: “Can I play on your computer, Mom?” “No, not until you’re bigger.” “Oh, big like daddy. Then I have coffee.” “Can I go to work?” “No, sweetie, not until you’re big like daddy.” “Oh, that’s right. Then I have coffee.” Coffee is a good incentive to grow up I guess. =)

Ready to hit the road for vacation. We’ll be “long gone, baby” (lyrics from a song I just listened too so it stuck) and I simply can’t wait!!

A busy couple of weeks coming up but very fun ones. Boy starting preschool, visit from mom/grandma, vacation and other stuff too. Fall is coming, which is my favorite time of year! So many great things to do around here.

I guess that’s all my thoughts jumbled into one big blog entry. Ahhh, I feel better… =)

Last night I had my first “Mom’s Night Out” since having Tanner. I painted the town, had a blast, can’t wait to do it again!!!! Guess what I did? I went grocery shopping. Hey, it was a night out alone and I actually enjoyed it. I never thought I’d hear myself say I enjoyed grocery shopping because it’s always been something I HATE doing. But a night to myself, to browse an aisle that I don’t normally go down and to take my time was nice. And to make things even better, when I got home hubby had both boys sleeping soundly and the house was quiet. I love my man!

I am alive because I’m alive in you. It’s all because of Jesus I’m alive. It’s all because the blood of Jesus Christ. It covers me and raised this dead man’s life. It’s all because of Jesus I’m alive!!

These are the lyrics to a worship song we sang on Sunday. I thought about it for the rest of the day. I am absolutely nothing without my savior. It’s only by His grace and mercy that I am who I am today. Realizing how small I am and how big He is and how dependent I am on Him really puts things into perspective. I can do nothing without Him by my side. He is my source and the well that I draw from daily. How amazing it is to have a relationship with my Jesus and realize that I am alive! Being alive is not simply breathing! I am truly alive in Him. Now, that’s a life worth living…

I’m trying to be witty and creative with Evan when I have to sit and use my breast pump. He plays well in his play room when I have to pump but why not try and throw some education in while I’m sitting and pumping? Evan has alphabet magnets on our fridge so the other day while I was pumping I’d ask him to bring me a letter. He thought the game was fantastic and he was learning his letters all at the same time. Go Mom! =) Who says a lactation station education can’t work?